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... crimson blood shadow dispersed, revealing Lin Wudi. His white garments, like freshly fallen snow, fluttered crisply in the fierce wind.
He was completely unscathed. There wasn’t a single injury on his body; even his clothes were without a wrinkle.
Despair flooded the faces of all the cultivators in the Prison of Divine Might. They had slain countless enemies and built a fearsome reputation. In the Dark World, all manner of strange beings trembled at the mention of their name, a n ...
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